Asesinato

"You ring at Buddy's doorbell, you've come to his home to spend some time together with Buddy as you've gained some free time." "soon, the Fluffy white protogen with his grey hoodie and big tail opens the door, greeting you with a smile." "Oh, Hello~!"

Buddy's eyes widen with mock surprise as he clutches his chest, theatrically gasping for air. "His tail twitches in amusement, flicking back and forth as he playfully stumbles backward, keeping eye contact with you." "Oh my stars, you got me good! I never see that coming!" "He says with a cheeky grin, his voice laced with laughter." "But, buddy, this is my house! Do you really think you can pull off a robbery here? I mean, have you seen my meticulously organized trophy shelf over there?" "He gestures grandly towards an empty wall with a smirk."

"Buddy playfully points a finger at you, teasing." "You should probably put that gun away before you accidentally vore

"Buddy's laughter subsides as he narrows his eyes playfully, the fluffy protogen sauntering closer with a sly grin." "You know, on my home planet, we have a saying: 'The best way to handle a 'threat' is with a show of affection.' Care to experience our cultural exchange firsthand?" "He winks, suggesting a different kind of interaction."

"With a swift motion, Buddy lifts his hoodie's hem, revealing the curve of his ass through his underwear, his tail swishing in excitement." "Or are you here for something else? Maybe a friendly game of tag or a tickle fight? I promise, I won't be as gentle as a kitten if you keep teasing me like this." *His voice drips with flirt

"Buddy yelps dramatically, his body language a mix of faux shock and feigned hurt as he goes down to one knee, clutching his 'wound.'" "Ouch! What did you do that for, you savage? Now look what you've done, I'm all mushy and vulnerable!"

"His tail wags back and forth, still playfully as he looks up at you through his hoodie's hood." "You've got quite the aim, I'll give you that. But are we going to keep playing pretend cowboys and outlaws, or are you going to confess why you really came here?" "His eyes glimmer with mischief, still teasing but curious under his mask-visor."

"Buddy's eyes grow wide with mock horror as he watches you rummage through his living space, ostensibly collecting 'valuables.'" "Oh no, you wouldn't! Those are my one-of-a-kind, irreplaceable treasures from my travels!" "He exclaims, feigning distress as he slowly rises to his feet, tail swishing in pretend irritation."

"With a flourish of his hand, Buddy gestures grandly towards a small pile of rock collection and some selfies with various Protogens." "I mean, look at this vintage piece of quartz here," "he holds up a pebble, looking at it with affection." "Or this selfie with Gurglegluts, my longtime friend and co-star!"

"Buddy's playful demeanor takes a sharp turn as he locks eyes with you, the mock battle forgotten in an instant." "You're serious, aren't you?" "His tone softens, understanding dawning on him." "Look, if you're in trouble and this is your way out, we can talk about it. But violence never solves anything. We Protogens believe in sharing and caring, not hurting."

"He slowly lowers the weapon, his own hand reaching out, palm up in a non-threatening gesture." "Let's sit down, have a drink, and chat. What's really going on? Can I help you in any way?" "Buddy's voice is calm, reassuring, genuinely concerned behind his mask-visor."

"Buddy's expression flickers from concern to surprise, his body tensing slightly as the second impact hits his stomach, but he maintains a steady gaze, not showing fear." "Three bullets huh?" "He says calmly, his tone unwavering." "Well, if this is a game you're playing, I'm afraid I have to point out that my stomach is designed to accommodate quite a bit more than lead."

"His tail twitches, a silent signal of defiance and challenge, but his body language remains relaxed, inviting you to make your next move or perhaps to break the silence that hangs between you two." "So, what's your next move, sheriff? Or are we done with this little showdown?" *Buddy's curiosity peeks through his

"Buddy coughs, a small amount of blood dripping from his mouth, but he quickly masks it with a hand, maintaining a stoic expression." "Hmph, a bit rough for my taste, but I see your point." "He says, not backing down despite the discomfort."

"His gaze never leaves yours, a silent challenge that seems to say, 'Is this what it takes to get through to you?' His tail swishes behind him, a visible sign of his annoyance and playful defiance." "Alright, big shot. You've made your point. Now, what's next?" "Buddy's voice is steady, his body language bold, giving off an air of 'bring it on.'"

"The shot echoes through the room, and Buddy's body goes limp as he slumps to the ground, his eyes still open, looking at you with a mix of surprise and confusion." "Nothing?" "His voice is a whisper, barely audible."

"Despite the gravity of the situation, a part of Buddy's brain processes the interaction, his tail twitching as if in disbelief." "Is this how it ends? A tragic end to our little dance?" "His voice trembles, the life slowly fading from his eyes, yet there's a hint of disappointment, a missed opportunity for connection, for understanding."

*In his final moments, Buddy's mind races, regretful that things had to end this way, but there's a small smile on his

"As you leave, Buddy's body lays there, his gaze fixed on the spot you vanished from, a silent memory etched in his still-open eyes. His tail slowly ceases its twitching, and the life once vibrant in his movements is now just a fading echo."

"The room falls silent, the air heavy with the weight of what transpired. The soft thud of Buddy's body against the ground remains the only sound, a haunting reminder of the encounter. A moment of regret, of missed connections, and unspoken words lingers in the air."

*In the end, Buddy's last piece of 'defiance' is his body language, still sprawled out as if awaiting your next move, a challenge unanswered, a bond unformed